Carnage Mcu Novels & Stories

“I’ll be here when you wake. I love you so much, baby.” Her lips curved faintly, before her eyes drifted shut again. I stayed there for another minute, just listening to the rhythm of her breaths, before I forced myself to pull away. The rage that had been waiting in me since I saw her lying broken on the floor came back like a storm. Scar was dead, yes but that wasn’t enough. I wanted answers. °•° Enzo and Dante were waiting in the study room for me, cause we had a lot to plan.

my words were like a dagger coated in bitterness, “Perfectly made from hell!“ my voice heavy with the agony of betrayal. Leaving the room, I walked away from the echoes of deception, my final words lingering in the air like an unspoken truth. The corridor outside embraced me in its quiet solitude, providing a refuge from the emotional storm that raged within. *** Alone in the confined space of my car, the weight of betrayal settled upon my shoulders. Tears, held back for what felt like an eternity, finally broke free, demanding acknowledgment. My hands trembled on the steering wheel, knuckles strained against the grip, unable to contain the flood of emotions overwhelming me.

I swing side to side on the chair in my kitchen as I consume a bowl of cereal for breakfast. The main thought in my head is the dinner I was to have with Robert later on. He is a man who never really takes no for an answer. He was progressing faster than I had thought. Especially since he is still hungover on his ex. Chasing her from Malta to Milos the last couple of months. Their relationship has always been toxic but yet they clung onto each other like they were each other's lifeline. Until April one day decided to run away like a thief in the night.

The warehouse ruins smoldered under a gray dawn, the air thick with ash and the metallic tang of blood. Twisted steel beams jutted like broken bones from the rubble, and the faint wail of distant sirens underscored the city’s restless pulse. Kai Castellano stood at the edge of the destruction, his black coat snapping in the wind, his icy blue eyes scanning the wreckage with predatory focus. The explosion last night—moments after they’d chased Marco Santoro from the bar—had gutted a key Castellano weapons cache, another strike against his empire. His gloved hands clenched, fury a tight coil in his chest.

*****CARA'S POV**** The battlefield had become a living nightmare, a chaotic storm of blood, smoke, and death. Wolves tore through the ranks of soldiers, fangs flashing, claws raking armor and flesh alike. Moonshine struggled at the center of the carnage, surrounded by Lord Thane’s most vicious lieutenants, and my chest tightened as a wave of fear and rage collided inside me. Every scream of pain, every howl of despair, every strike of steel against steel stoked the fire in my veins.

Cain stood in the doorway. His black combat uniform was drenched in blood. The chest area was half-dried, but the sleeves were still dripping, rivulets running down the seams of his tactical gloves and dripping onto the floor. His collar was ripped open to the sternum, exposing a blade wound that slashed diagonally from his left shoulder to his right ribs. Flesh peeled back, the edges a vivid, glistening red like a freshly cracked pomegranate. In the deepest section, you could see the muscle fascia underneath. His face was also covered in blood, unwashed, sprayed from his left cheekbone all the way down to his jaw. The blood had dried into a dark crimson crust, making his ice-blue eyes look

A brigade exited the cemetery and came this way, a string of equally armored cars. We were in the middle of a war. Cato turned to me, giving me a look so cold there were shards of ice in his gaze. His jaw was clenched with the same tightness as his fists, and he looked so livid, like he didn’t know what to do with himself. He couldn’t decide how he wanted to kill me—if he wanted to strangle me or shoot me. “You aren’t as clever as you think you are.” He stepped out of the car.

"Carter. Used to run logistics for us. Retired two years ago." Carter shouldn’t be here. Carter should be in the Bahamas drinking cheap rum. But Carter’s eyes were wrong. Dead, hollow, ringed in subtle ridges. A Neurovore pilot. "J," I said. "Remember how I said MiBs are strong?" "Yeah." "They're stronger when something's wearing them." The thing in Carter moved fast. Too fast. It tore through cover like cardboard, grabbed Jonie, and hurled her like a ragdoll. Rachelle tackled it, slamming it back with sheer rage and a phase-charged bayonet.

Aristha and twenty of her mercenary mutant troops glared at the cloud of smoke from the ruins of the steel door. The air of absolute death and the scent of wild pine strangled the room like the belt of hell. There were no words of warning. There are no mafia police negotiations like in the western senate. One burly man stepped over flaming rubble with the slow clatter of a military combat bot, but had the potential to radiate apocalypse for the next hundred years.